I'll put the blade in your muh-fucking face
If you don't give me space
I won't let you escape
Talk all that shit until fv involved
Put your face in the ground
And ask how does it taste
I'll put the blade in your muh-fucking face
If you don't give me space
I won't let you escape
Talk all that shit until fv involved
Put your face in the ground
And ask how does it taste
Face plant, I make em face plant
I let my blade swing
Face plant, I make em face plant
I let my blade swing
Face plant, I make em face plant
I let my blade swing
Face plant, I make em face plant
I let my blade swing
Face plant
Bang in your head with my fist
Break my knuckles when I hit your ribs
I don't play, no
I'll rip your body apart with my fingertips bitch I just want you to bleed, yuh
Licking my lips when I see your blood spilling, yeah I'm finna kill em with ease
Better bow down
I told all you peasants that I am the muh-fucking king
I am convinced I'm a god
You cannot me tell I'm not
I am convinced I'm a God
You cannot tell me I'm not
I am convinced I'm a God
You cannot tell me I'm not!
I am convinced I'm a God
You cannot tell me I'm not!
Face plant, I make em face plant
I let my blade swing
Face plant, I make em face plant
I let my blade swing
Face plant, I make em face plant
I let my blade swing
Face plant, I make em face plant
I let my blade swing
Yuh!
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